Journal of Quixote

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines.And often is his gold complexion dimmed.And every fair from fair sometimes declines.By chance or nature’s changing course undimmed.But thy eternal summer shall not fade.Nor lose possessio..